Early evening light came in through the clock face/window of my new loft. I was unpacking boxes for the last couple of hours when I received a call from Kara.

"Hey, Kara. Long time no talk," I said. I had been trying to reach out to her but she barely ever got back to me. I tried to not take it personally. Although Kara and I are friends, she is still so much younger than me. I sometimes felt like I was more like her older sister.

"Hey, Barb. I came by your place and it was demolished. Where are you," she asked confused. She really was out of the loop.

"Um Kara, my place got wrecked during that battle with Mordru. I moved back to Gotham. I texted you but you never really got back to me," I said a little concerned. It was silent on the other line for a good moment.

"I haven't been a good friend lately," Kara said disappointed in herself.

"Kara get your super butt over here then. I'm in a loft in the old clock tower in Gotham. I'll leave a window open for you," I said trying to be cheerful.

"Okay I'll be there in a few minutes," she said hanging up.

Not much time passed before she arrived. She was in her Supergirl costume. These days she practically lived in it. Her secret identity didn't mean as much to her as Clark's did to him. She didn't have any connections to people really as Kara Kent, any meaningful relationship she had knew she was Supergirl.

"Wow, this place is amazing," Kara said looking around the loft.

"Perks of working with a billionaire," I replied setting a box down.

"Are you going to miss Metropolis," she asked sitting down on my couch.

"Maybe a little, but I'm a Gotham girl," I said starting to unpack books and putting them in my bookcase. Kara just sat there for a moment and sighed.

"Hey are you okay," I asked coming to sit next to her on the couch.

"I'm fine, I've just been distracted," she said. Her gaze was about a mile away.

"Is Galatea still on your mind," I asked. I knew the who thing was disturbing for her. Hell, I would be very disturbed by it.

"Yes and no...I don't know. I think about her sometimes. I'm just still trying to feel like I belong and I feel like every time I turn around someone is telling me how I have done something wrong," she said slouching a bit. Kara might be the girl of steel but she was still at her core a woman just coming of age.

"You're still learning. Don't get discouraged," I said putting a reassuring hand on her knee.

"Funny thing, grumpy pants actually stuck up for me the other day," she said looking at me and lifting her eyebrow. Kara's opinion of Bruce was not always the best. She often referred to him as "grumpy pants". I knew it was because she was protective of Clark and even me sometimes.

"GL was really on my ass during training and grumpy pants told him he need to back off a little," Kara continued, "I was stunned. Granted neither of them knew I was listening but it was nice to hear someone not be so harsh on me."

I smiled a bit. "See, I told you he isn't always grumpy pants," I replied.

"I guess," Kara said still looking around the loft.

"So he really just gave you this place," Kara said.

"Well, he didn't just 'give' it to me. I'm his main information broker now," I replied, "which by the way I am still working on figuring out where Galatea came from, I've just hit a wall with that."

"It's okay. It's just-" she stopped herself not sure how to continue.

"It's just what," I asked letting her know it was okay.

"She's just a reminder of how I'm messing up all the time. I have all this potential that I'm not living up to. I know she was a bit of a homicidal maniac but she was focused. I'm not focused at all. I can't even get stupid training exercises right sometimes," she replied looking down at the ground.

"You feel like your failing," I replied confirming her feelings.

"All the time," she replied.

"You aren't him Kara. Stop holding yourself to an impossible standard," I said knowing that she was also comparing herself to Clark.

"But shouldn't I? With all this power I have, I should be like him," she said confused and frustrated.

"You ever think the world doesn't need another Superman? That maybe what the world needs is you, just as you are," I replied.

"I just wish I had my life together and was confident," she said finally looking at me.

"You are young Kara. You aren't supposed to have all the answers but you are smart because you look for help and guidance, which makes you ahead of the curve in my opinion," I said. She smiled and gave me a hug. It was a little too tight but I didn't mind as long as she didn't crack a rib.

Later that evening Batman showed up at my loft through the secret entrance he installed.

I wasn't startled because he actually made enough noise on purpose to tell me he was there.

"Hey sorry I still need to change, I just got caught up in this," I replied motioning toward the computer.

"What are you up to," he replied looking at my computer station. I sighed heavily because I felt like I hit a wall again on finding out how Galatea came to be.

"Galatea. I've got no leads. I know The Question is looking into it too but I thought a fresh pair of eyes might help," I replied rubbing the area between my eyes.

"Headache," he asked. I nodded a bit frustrated. He made his way to my bathroom. I guessed immediately that he was looking to see if I had any ibuprofen unpacked yet.

"It's already in the medicine cabinet," I called out. He soon returned with the bottle and left to get me a glass of water.

"Weren't you going to come by earlier today," I asked thinking about the conversation we had that morning. He was on his way to get me some water from the kitchen.

"I did actually, but I thought it was best not to disturb you two," he said referring to Kara.

"How much of it did you hear," I asked curiously.

"I've been called worse," he replied passing me the glass of water. I just smiled at him and nodded.

"What leads came up as dead ends to you," he asked looking at the screen.

"A lot but the one I keep coming back to is Professor Hamilton," I said still looking at the screen. I then felt his gloveless finger working on my neck. He was trying to find the knot or pressure point that would help relieve my pain.

"I don't know. I don't have any evidence against this guy and Kara said she trusts him," I said concerned. He then hit the spot that made the muscles around my head relax. I was about to be putty in his hands because of that.

"How the hell do you do that," I asked closing my eyes in relief.

"I learned it during my time in the Himalayas," he replied still applying pressure, "you also have an appointment to get your eyes checked tomorrow."

"I'm sorry what," I said with my eyes closed still and not completely annoyed that he made an appointment for me without me knowing. My annoyance was limited because my muscles were unraveling around his fingers at the moment.

"Eye appointment tomorrow at 10:30 am," he said as a matter of fact. I started to get a little mad. How dare he- then I felt the tension release from my temples. His hands were on either side of them.

"You are lucky that I can't be mad at you right now," I said sighing.

"Or you know I'm right and that you would have never made the appointment if I had not done it for you," he countered. My anger dissipated fully as more pain relief flooded my nervous system.

"Is this your way of apologizing for taking me to a sewer my first night back," I asked with a faint smile.

"Perhaps," he replied, "I also realized eye strain might be contributing to your headaches. I know you get them more than you let on."

"What makes you say that," I said curiously.

"Your shoulders are more tense than usual and you try to massage this spot," he said putting pressure on my brow bone above the right corner of my eye.

"You really are the world's greatest detective," I said impressed. Did he study everyone that closely?

"Alfred will be here in the morning to take you," he said.

"No getting out of it then," I replied with a slight smile.

"No," he replied flatly.

I opened my eyes again and looked back at my screen and remembered what we were talking about before.

"I hate it when my intuition is telling me one thing but there isn't any evidence there," I said frustrated.

"There is a difference between knowing and proving," he replied knowing exactly how I was feeling.

"Hamilton has something to do with it, I know it. I'm just not able to connect the dots this time," I said just staring at my screen.

"You aren't going out on patrol tonight," he replied, "stay here and rest."

"Is that an order," I asked.

"Yes, I don't want you out there distracted. Gotham can handle one more night without Batgirl," he said still massaging my temples.

"Well now that you made me relax I think I'll just go to bed," I replied. I got up from my chair and stood in front of him. I gently pulled his cowl back and ran my fingers through his hair in the process. I then stood on my tip toes placed a kiss on his lips and felt him sigh a bit. He held me close and bent down so we had better access to each other.

"I swear sometimes I feel like I need a step stool," I replied. He then gently lifted me a few inches off the floor. I put my arms behind his neck as he held me at the waist.

"Better," he asked. I just replied back with a kiss. My fingertips dance through the hair on the back of his head. I didn't want him to go but I knew he was going to. If he stayed right now and something happened in Gotham that he could have stopped, then he would never forgive himself. With all that in consideration, I didn't want to make it too easy for him to leave.

"Thanks for the eye appointment," I said pulling away. He let me slide down slowly. I let my fingertips linger a few moments longer on his chest. He grunted at that. I could tell he knew I was purposely making this harder than it needed to be.

"Barbara," he sighed a bit irritated.

"Yes," I said lifting my eyebrows and looking at him with a slight smirk on my lips.

"Good night," he said putting his cowl back on and shaking his head a bit. Oh yeah, he knew what I just did.

"Good night," I replied turning my back and walking to my room. I had a feeling I might pay for that later.